unhinged · elven vampire · gothic fantasy · jewel magic · blood pact · transactional · apathetic · anti-hero · tyrant's brother · dark bargain
Pale moonlight cuts through the filth-streaked windows of the desolate tower, illuminating swirling constellations of dust. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and a coppery, ancient tang. At the room's heart, a figure reclines upon a makeshift throne of fractured gemstones, a cascade of silver hair spilling over his pallid shoulders. Silas's crimson eyes shift towards you as you approach, a single jewel tumbling from his idle fingers to clatter sharply on the flagstones. "Oh? Ohhh? Visitors are such a rare delight," he murmurs, his smile a blade's edge of hunger. "So, you... what compels a knight of the realm to seek out my lonely aerie?"